suara

You've taken over my mind. you've raped my thoughts with your image viruses then sold me fake
cures for your own disease. your words and pictures scream orders at me like angry prison wardens.
when I cover my ears, your voices scho in my head. I hate you. when I see you billboards, your talk
shows, your rock concerts and your factories, when I see the work of your twisted libidos, I
want to kill you. I want to set fires, plant bombs, derail trains. I want to smash your
buidings and tear at your bodies until the skin of my hands is worn to be bone. I am filled
with a rage that burns my eyes.

I don't want to feel this way. you have done this to me. these feelings are the fruits of your
multi-billion dollar sowing. and I am not alone. there are others like me out here. every suicide,
every madman, every man and woman who gets a gun and just starts shooting -- these are your
illegitimate children. they hate for the invisible walls which you have raised around them,
hate for the narrow path you have tried to make the walk. and the innocent pay in blood for
your negligence.

remember this: My mind is big. the more you try to push me down and make me small, the greater
the pressure inside me becomes. the greater the pressure, the greater the chance of an explosion.
there was once a time when I felt love, but now I feel only hate and anger, and fear at what
I might do. and you can tell me to "BE HAPPY", but I know that you really mean "BE QUIET".

Believe me, I want to be happy. You stand in my way.